Words I wish I could express.

A letter to Andrew Sullivan from a reader says lots of things I have been thinking.

There are people tonight who are going to sleep
on overpasses for the fourth straight night. There are prisoners who
will do the same. There are people dying at a convention center because
no one will tell them that no one is coming for them, and the National
Guard is protecting the kitchens. There are police officers who are
turning in their badges because they've lost everything, have no
guidance, and don't want to be shot by a looter.

There are
people tonight inside a concrete domed stadium with holes in the roof
and no air conditioning who were told the buses are coming today, and
they might, or they might not. There is no food. There is no water.
There are bodies floating through the neighborhoods.

In the UNITED STATES.

Some people say that
you can't hold the President responsible for this. Oh, yes you can.
Because when he looked over at John Ashcroft after the jets hit the
towers and said, "I want you to make sure this never happens again," it
was not meant to be specific to "no more planes hitting large buildings
on the East Coast, right, boss." It was meant that no American should
have to run for his life through an American city. While Americans may
perish in a senseless, unforeseen disaster, we'd save the ones we could.

And
the Cabinet appointees were mushwits and he could barely speak a
complete sentence and we're sending people overseas for God knows how
long to help people who are indifferent at worst and hostile at best,
but they were going to protect us. In 2004, that's all a lot of us
needed. Well right now, it's obvious that they can't....